Nearly a week has passed since Shi Xing was assassinated, and she has begun to implement her preparations.
Despite the apparent cessation of harassment from the major foreign groups, there are still quite a few ambitious individuals persistently sending her emails.
Ordinary people in their country can't afford detox pills, but it's different for them.
These people have all sorts of ways to get their hands on the Cleansing Pill.
They probably would have already started researching the ingredients in medicine by now.
Many people have already experienced the effects of the treatment.
But is it so easy to study the ingredients of Qingti Pills?
Even if they figure it out, so what? She's sure they won't find a substitute for the medicinal herbs.
If substitutes were so easy to find, she wouldn't have needed to exchange them from the system shop and spend so much time cultivating raw materials.
After this period of fermentation, coupled with Shi Xing's encouragement, things have become more complicated.
Soon, almost everyone in the world who uses the internet knew about the existence of Qingti Pills.
They also knew that their country didn't allow others to sell it domestically, and countless people organized their own street parades, making a ruckus every day.
Unbeknownst to them, the Qingti Pill had unknowingly appeared in four or five of the most contentious countries.
Some people have discovered that many small pharmacies are actually selling body-cleansing pills!
A young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, but a pale face, stared intently at the medicine bottle in her hand, her hand holding the medicine trembling involuntarily.
She looked up at the Asian woman opposite her and spoke rapidly: "You mean this is the 'Cleansing Pill' that can cure cancer?"
And this woman was Yanmo, who should have been in China.
Yan Mo nodded and answered the other person's question in fluent English.
The other party asked many more related questions, which she answered one by one.
After confirming that it was genuine, the girl opened the medicine bottle with trembling hands, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them without thinking.
Yanmo paused for a moment, then poured her a glass of water.
The girl took it, her eyes red-rimmed, a layer of mist welling up in her blue eyes: "Thank you!"
Thinking of her mother, who was also ill, she grabbed a wad of cash and ran out quickly.
Xiuyu, who was standing to the side, blinked and took the banknotes to count them.
"Luckily, it wasn't short, but it was an extra hundred dollars."
As she spoke, she placed the extra banknotes on the other side of the table.
Yanmo looked at her and said, "There will be a lot of people later, so be prepared."
Xiuyu nodded and patted her chest, her doe eyes sparkling: "Don't worry! Leave everything to me, Xiuyu!"
The two women came here specifically to check the situation. Besides them, they also had many highly skilled companions with them, and they were not just skilled in combat.
The news spread quickly, and all the pharmacies were affected, with some still selling the product.
Those who acted quickly managed to buy the medicine, while those who acted slowly refused to leave, wanting to wait for the next batch.
Some people even tried to take advantage of the chaos and planned to rob the store.
Some unprepared people also joined in, whether for their own consumption or to resell.
They all had only one goal—to get the medicine.
However, just as they were about to make their move, a dark gun barrel was pressed against their foreheads.
Another loud gunshot echoed through the air.
Instantly, as if a mute button had been pressed, everyone fell silent.
A dozen or so tall men in black uniforms silently surrounded everyone.
The muscular physique and the dark, hard truth on his hands filled them with fear.
Xiuyu smiled brightly, twirling the gun between her fingers.
"Miss was really prescient; this thing is really useful!"
It's a pity, it can't be used anymore after we go back.
Her words broke the silence, and someone, trembling, crouched down on the ground, covering their heads.
Yanmo: "..."
They've made them seem like gangsters.
"We don't want to hurt you if we can live in peace. But if anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll have you shot."
The words, spoken lightly and without much tone, sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
She frowned: "Did you understand?"
"I...I understand."
Satisfied with the answer, Yanmo returned to the counter.
Men in black carried out several boxes, unpacked them, and placed them on the table.
Yanmo raised her chin: "Now you all line up for me, take out your medical records, and you can only buy after verification."
The men in black around them did not disappear; they remained in the same spot.
Xiuyu brushed her bangs aside, then lightly jumped to the side and sat on the counter, still playing with the pistol in her hand.
She felt a little resentful and pouted.
How come they are all over 170cm, but she is the only one who is 165cm?
"Sister Yanyan, do you think I can grow taller?"
Yan Mo glanced at her with a slight smile: "Perhaps you could ask Miss to buy you a bottle of gene modification fluid?"
Xiuyu's eyes lit up: "That's right! Miss said there would be a reward for this trip. I didn't want it at first, but after what you said, Sister Yanyan, I think I should accept it! You're so smart, Sister Yanyan!"
As she spoke, she happily swung her legs, already imagining herself as a tall, mature woman.
Then her face turned cold, and she looked at the group that had started the trouble with an icy tone, her words automatically switching to fluent and standard English.
"Don't you need medicine? Now that we're giving you a chance to sell it, why are you not moving?"
Those men were trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
After about ten seconds, a man who had not participated in the disturbance mustered up his courage and stood up.
He cautiously scanned the men in black holding guns, and only breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief when he saw that they were not making any move.
He took out his medical record from his pocket and stood in front of the counter first.
Fortunately, he had just come from the hospital and had his medical records with him.
He mustered his courage and handed the medical record to Yanmo: "This is my medical record."
Yan Mo remained expressionless, took the form, checked it, verified his identity, and finally gave him a bottle of medicine.
"Cheng Hui, 750 yuan."
Nothing happened, and the man successfully obtained the medicine.
He cautiously approached the door and looked at the tall man standing guard there: "Excuse me, may I leave?"
The man in black stepped aside, gesturing for him to leave.
He left stiffly, trembling with fear, afraid that those people would suddenly shoot him. Unexpectedly, nothing happened until he could no longer see the store.
His back was soaked, and his clothes were covered in sweat.
Meanwhile, in the shop, after confirming that the person had indeed left safely, everyone bravely got up and lined up.
Soon a long queue formed in the store, the scene was orderly and quiet.
More than an hour later, the store was sold out of medicine.
The store doors were closed, and everyone inside was evacuated.
They intentionally kept the information within a certain range, and the surrounding area was controlled by their own people.
By the time the officials arrived, no one was there anymore.
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